Chapter 8 Gladiators Heaven (1/2)

A few minutes after ending his first cultivation session, Fell finished testing out his strength. To his astonishment, he was in the Physique Molding Stage, not just the Early part of the stage. He directly skipped all the Early Physique Molding Stage and was only a single line away from the Mid Physique Molding Stage.

This achievement was only accomplished due to the huge risk he took. If known through the cultivation world, digesting a second grade Pill while still being a mortal would have set huge waves making him well known as a genius.

But this incredible achievement was done on an unknown planet that had just joined the Heaven Ascension Step!

Freshly showered and dressed with a clean set of clothes, Fell finally went out for the first time in a long period.

He was completely transformed, be it physically or mentally. Anzar's influence on Fell was much bigger than what the Massin Young Lord expected, Fell having passed the biggest calamity in his life.

A black-clothed young man was making his way through the dead Baby Cemetery, he had a head full of short black hair, his skin was fair with a slight golden hue and he possessed a countenance that people from around here weren't used to see. But this same black clothed young man was making his way through the maze-like Baby Cemetery with such ease that he would leave every inhabitant of the slums speechless.

This black-clothed man was Fell. He was going in the direction of his old workplace, Pig's Paw the place where everything began. Pig's Paw was the only bar in New Casablanca's that accepted to hire those born in the Baby Cemetery, Fell could still remember that look of contempt everyone would throw at him when he was looking for a job.

But the Boss of Pig's Paw wasn't like the rest. Behind his mask of Moha the Butcherer, he was just an honest uncle trying to live. Doing his best to live a fulfilling life in an inhuman environment.

Moha was one of the few people that Fell genuinely liked in New Casablanca, making him feel the need to at least tell him that he was quitting his work there.

A few roadblocks and back alleys later, Fell finally arrived at Pig's Paw. Sighing, he leisurly made his way through the same dim street that changed his life, fresh graffities and scribblings lit up by the fluorescent neon lights flashing from the multitude of shop's banners.

this seemingly normal place existing foverer in his heart.

Softly opening the door of the bar, Fell checked the inside of the store. It was still too early in the morning, the only customers left were those comatose drunkards that lost to alcohol. Behind the counter, a big man still cleaning last night's jugs, completely oblivious to the newcomer.

Fell naturally approached the counter and saluted while waving his hand.

”Hey Old pal!”

”Call me like that one more time and I'll throw you outside kiddo” grumbled the big man inside his beard, not even checking who was talking to him.

”Oh..”, Smirked Fell ”You don't even recognize your favorite Baby Cemetery inhabitant”

Hearing this, the old man finally looked at his interlocutor and surprise quickly spread on his face.

”FELL! I THOUGHT YOU HAD DIED!” screamed the big old man, his act resembling a backward country mother meeting her lost child.

”How did you change like this, last time I saw you, you were just scrawny shitty kid from the slums”, said moha with an intrigued look in his eyes, ”Look at you, you look like a healthy young master from the big cities” he continued while fiddling with his beard.

”So tell me how did you manage to change this much in a week” Moha finally finishing his countless interrogations.

Not answering him, Fell decided that the better option was just to straight up show him. He approached a table and gently slapped the top of it, Moha looked at the scene in front of him still playing with his beard.

A soft noise spread through the Bar, soon followed by the sound of a table crashing on the floor. Fell's simple act of slapping the table completely exploded it, leaving behind only a mess of wood scraps and planks.

”Hardening!!!!”, screamed the old man completely speechless by the scene in front of him, ”Since when are you a hardening user Boy!!”